By cheese, I mean so silly that it could make people cringe. I've had a reviewer even say they like my "bad" puns. Saying "bad" kind of ruins the compliment, though, don't you think? hehe
I just inserted a scene in my latest work, because my silly side insisted. No matter how much I flip flop back and forth on whether I want it or not, there it remains:
No more than twenty minutes earlier, Idis’s light-headedness went away and she was determined to find her Familiar around the large estate of the castle. To Herman, she insisted she was well and told him to stay behind with the ship. She was sure the faster they both worked on their objectives, the sooner they could fly back to the future. He, of course, eventually obliged and she was off on her hunt. But her hunt soon ended when she easily spotted the only black fur-ball amidst acres of waving grass, having a morning chew of the delicious green blades.
Idis waved her arms and screeched out, “Surla!”
Surla almost gagged in surprise as some grass was halfway down her throat. She swallowed hard and looked in the distance at her witch as if she were a mirage in a desert. Idis?!
As they ran to each other, it was like a happy, hippy song played in their minds. Their swift legs suddenly felt like they were going in slow-motion, as if they were frolicking toward one another, hair and fur rippling majestically in the wind. Surla bounded high above the wild grass until finally leaping up for a hug and Idis’s arms stretched forth to receive her. At the last moment, Idis tripped on a root of a tree stump and instead of receiving Surla in a warm embrace, the witch flattened her cat like a tortilla press to corn meal.
Idis rolled over and lifted Surla by the back of the neck. “What the H-E-Double hockey sticks was that?”
Surla sucked in air before saying, “Thinking back on it, I don’t know which part was most disturbing.”